World of Cultivation

With the jade pendant in his hand, Zuo Mo arrived at Lengwugu Taniguchi safely.

Taniguchi was shrouded in mist, and it was a vast expanse of white.

Zuo Mo hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't find any other way, so he could only bite the bullet and walk towards Bai Wu.

As soon as he entered the fog, the white fog seemed to recognize him and automatically separated to reveal a path. He was refreshed and breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but envy these methods of the sect. If one day, I can also have such magical powers, it will be so cool.

He could not help but fascinated.

After walking about half a mile along the path in the fog, the vision suddenly became clear.

The valley bottom of about five acres is full of various elixir. They are of different colors and shapes. From a distance, it looks like a colorful carpet has been spread on the bottom of the valley. Dozens of colorful swallowtail butterflies fluttered in the air, and bees with yellow body and black stripes swarmed back and forth.

At the bottom of the valley, a silver waterfall poured down from the cliff, galloping like thunder, smashing into the deep pool with a thousand momentum, splashing countless crystal water droplets.

The water vapor mixed with the aromas of various spiritual medicines. Taking a deep breath, Zuo Mo only felt indescribably comfortable. He suddenly felt that taking care of Lingtian here was not as bad as he had imagined.

Remembering Hao Min's instructions to apply rain once a day, Zuo Mo hurriedly used the magic formula.

The water vapor gathered from all around at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually formed a cloud that floated above the medicine field. Zuo Mo's tactic changed rapidly, and with a dazzling movement, the cloud began to rain lightly, and the fluttering rain threads moistened into the medicine field.

The light rain lasted for half an hour before the cloud dissipated. Zuo Mo breathed a sigh of relief, there was plenty of water here, and it took a lot of effort to use the [Little Cloud and Rain Art]. He couldn't help thinking in his heart that the situation was better than he imagined, and if he worked harder, he could still barely complete the agreements that had been made.

What he needs to pray for now is that nothing happens to Yaotian, and he can safely wait until Senior Sister Hao Min returns.

No matter what the situation is, he can't solve it.

If it is said, he had some fantasies before, but at this time he has deeply understood the cruelty of the truth. He is very sensitive to the concentration of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy of Cold Mist Valley is quite abundant. It is conceivable that the medicinal field cultivated in such a treasure land must be of high grade.

If something really went wrong in my own hands, I'm afraid...

He couldn't help shivering.

Although there were strict restrictions along the way, there were no restrictions in the valley. Zuo Mo explored the valley. The water pool was bottomless, the water was freezing to the bone, and the sound of the waterfall rushing was a bit loud, and the rumbling sound of the waterfall echoed throughout the valley.

He squatted into the spiritual field and looked at the herbs one by one. He wanted to keep the characteristics of each herb in his heart. He has only planted Linggu, and he doesn't know anything about spiritual medicine, so he can only use this stupid method. He doesn't expect any reward now, he just hopes not to make any mistakes in his own hands.

There is a random elixir in here, and you can't afford to sell yourself.

He can guarantee that he has never been so diligent before.

It was not until it was getting dark that he dragged his tired body back to the small courtyard. When he saw that the yard was in a mess, and the ban was smashed to shreds, he even had the heart to cry.

But at this time, he didn't have the strength to reset the restraint. He was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

Back in the quiet room, he only had time to input a little spiritual power into Yingui, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He planted his head on the futon and fell into a deep sleep.

He woke up from the sound of Ingyu playing.

"The selection for the qualifying competition for the 23rd [Sword Trial Meeting] has been completed. So far, a total of 4,253 sword cultivators have qualified for the competition. This [Sword Trial Meeting] is rich in rewards, the best of all previous editions. The crown, the top 100 will be able to get the fourth-grade flying sword, and the top ten will be able to get the fifth-grade flying sword. The prize for the first place has been determined, named [Dyprosium], up to seventh-grade. It is reported that this [trial] Sword Club] The highest-grade flying sword in history has aroused the interest of the disciples of the sect including Wushuang Sword Sect and Solo Sword Sect..."

"Good stuff, good stuff,

I want, I want, no chance, no chance..."

Zuo Mo got up from the futon without hesitation, humming a strange tune.

Walking out of the quiet room, he began to reset the restrictions. As for the wall, he would only rebuild it after a while.

There were smashed bricks everywhere, and he had to clean up the surroundings, otherwise there would be no place to set up restrictions. At the level of his seventh level of Qi refining, there are many restrictions needed to set a ban.

Humming a little tune, he cleaned up the broken walls. This small courtyard was built a long time ago, and the walls were dilapidated. Now it was completely destroyed by Senior Brother Luo Li. Thinking of Senior Brother Luo Li's incomparably domineering aura descending from the sky, Zuo Mo still has some heart palpitations.

Hey, Zuo Mo suddenly stopped and leaned over to pick up something.

A small pink paper crane, much smaller than Zuo Mo's white paper crane, very delicate. This is Xiao Qianhe, who used to pass on the book. However, this thing is not as fast as Feijian Chuanshu, especially if it is a little farther away, it is very inconvenient to use, so most of the users are cultivators below the Jindan stage.

How did you run to yourself?

Zuo Mo unceremoniously took apart the pink little Qianhe, and suddenly realized that it was a wishing little Qianhe.

A long time ago, when cultivators broke through the void and searched for a new world, they often encountered danger and were trapped. After the trapped cultivator finds that he is unable to escape, he will write his wishes and help information on the little thousand cranes and let them fly at will. Since there is no imprint, no one knows where these little thousand cranes will fly. But cultivators have a long life, and even if they are trapped, they can last a long time if they are lucky.

When the first case of making a wish Xiao Qianhe was rescued appeared, the wishing Xiao Qianhe immediately swept the world of cultivators. Over time, this has also become a game of distraction for some nuns. They will write their feelings on the wishing little thousand cranes and let them fly out at will, but they leave a mark on it. Those who found it can rely on the mark on it to let the wishing little thousand cranes fly back to their hands.

What can make a girl's heart beat more than an unpredictable and indescribable fate?

Zuo Mo couldn't understand this kind of behavior. In his heart, he only had spar, spiritual valley, and cultivation. He didn't have any illusory and extravagant things like romance.

Taking apart Xiao Qianhe, several rows of graceful handwriting were revealed.

"How hopeful

carrying luggage

wandering alone

in a no-man's place

humming

basking in the sun"

Moaning for nothing, Zuo Mo snorted coldly and gave the most accurate comment he thought. It's a pity that such a good piece of paper was wasted. Although I don't know what kind of paper this is, but looking at the texture, it is at least not lower than the third grade.

It is an outrageous waste to use three-grade paper to make a small thousand cranes.

After the paper is used, it can no longer be used, which is really regrettable, Zuo Mo thought.

Just as he was about to crumple the pink paper in his hand into a ball, he suddenly stopped and tilted his head expressionlessly. After thinking about it, he ran towards the room.

He rushed into the house, looked around, and immediately found what he was looking for.

Bright red and thick cinnabar, a wolf's hair.

When I mentioned the wolf cents, I was full of cinnabar, shaking my wrists and swaying, and wrote two words in one go.

- "Stupid".

Looking at the bright red and extremely full two big characters that almost took up the entire fan paper, Zuo Mo laughed and was very proud.

His life was intense, full, and very hard, and he had no time for sentimentality. He knows very well how difficult it is to survive. Around him, everyone is working hard to survive, for the family, and for the next generation, like an old blackhead. Although it was bitter and tiring, he didn't hate this kind of life. On the contrary, he felt that this was life.

Only those who live a leisurely life and have no motivation to move forward will have it. Zuo Mo despises such people from the bottom of his heart.

In a happy mood, he hummed a little tune and folded the pink paper into a small thousand cranes again.

"Who is stupid, who is stupid, you are stupid, you are stupid..."

Xiao Qianhe had the owner's mark on it. After Zuo Mo infused it with spiritual power, he threw it into the air.

The pink little thousand cranes fluttered its tiny wings and disappeared into the sky.

Zuo Mo's mood became surprisingly good, he cleaned up the courtyard with great interest, and his feet were a little lighter.

After the ban was set up, it was past noon. He ate something indiscriminately, and then he honestly went to the quiet room to meditate.

Ordinary outer sect disciples rarely spend so much time meditating. Compared with practicing magic, it is not cost-effective to increase their cultivation.

Zuo Mo insisted on spending two hours a day meditating. After discovering the Jingshi Lingmai, he spent more time meditating every day. Cultivation is fundamental, this is the truth that every cultivator understands. He has the advantage of spiritual veins. Although he is practicing the most common mental method, the effect is quite outstanding.

How strict the level of the cultivator world is, he understands it deeply. If he could successfully establish the foundation, Hao Min and Luo Li would definitely not dare to treat them like this, even if he was an outer disciple. Foundation building is a watershed moment that will directly determine your quality of life.

If you want to have a better life, you can only keep improving your strength.

He sat for three hours. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of joy.

The eighth floor of the Qi refining period!

Persistent practice of the mind method finally brought him a reward, and he cultivated to the eighth level!

The cultivation base of the eighth floor of the Qi refining period, looking at the entire Wukong Jianmen outer disciples, can definitely enter the top three.

He stretched out his finger, secretly using the magic formula, and a layer of gengjin aura appeared around his finger. The cultivation base has reached a new level, and the use of magic tricks is much easier than before. Excited, Zuo Mo started to release the [Little Cloud Rain Art].

As soon as he cast it, he immediately felt the difference. The speed of water vapor gathering was much faster than before, and the raindrops were endless like silver threads. Some experiences he had never had before made him savor it for a long time.

Suddenly thinking of Yaotian, he woke up suddenly, got up quickly, and rushed out of the yard.

He ran to Lengwu Valley in one breath, and before he had time to breathe, he began to release the [Little Cloud and Rain Art], and it was not until all the rain was applied that the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

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